Flawed Design
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Apocolypse
This is so overdue, and I apologize for that because I've been sitting on this for the last few weeks having an internal debate over whether or not I wanted to change the ending, and the original one won out with a few minor alterations.
He contemplated the offer for all of three seconds
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And then he told them in no uncertain terms just what they could do with it.
"Fuck you all."
And then some.
Dean didn't really give a flying fuck about the grand design, or balance, or whatever screwed up destiny both he and his brother were supposed to have.
They assured him that he was going to regret it.
He reminded them that he couldn't possibly regret it as much as he did the waitress in Tampa that gave him syphilis.
He had to be celibate for longer than he ever wished to after that unfortunate incident.
Angels don't really have a great sense of humor.
"With or without your help the anti-christ will be destroyed." Dean was told, the archangels looking down at him.
What was the fucking difference between angels and demons? They all wanted something from him and Sam.
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A deal with the devil on the eve of the apocalypse isn't hard. He's eager for all the souls that are stupid and willing enough to play into it.
Dean was easy; he was just taking them up on an offer.
She wondered if all the Winchesters were this stupid or if Dean was special. She didn't often get repeat customers.
Dean didn't care what happened to the world any more, it was their problem now. He was going to do his job, and watch out for his brother.
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The decision wasn't exactly long and though out, but it didn't need to be.
Besides, he was impulsive; it was kind of his thing.
The world wasn't his responsibility and maybe he would feel guilty when it came crashing down around him—but then again, he was going to be a demon now, so he rather doubted he'd have the best of moral compasses.
Sam was his responsibility, and if he couldn't fix it, then he was at the very least going to protect him. And he'd come to conclusion he'd always been right about angels anyways. Yeah, so they were real and he was technically wrong on that point (who would have thought…?) but they were still a bunch of dicks who seemed to get a kick out of screwing with their meat puppets.
He wasn't going to feel so bad for them when they lost.